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[theliar]

✿ how it works ✿


✿ Comment with one of your muses.
✿ Specify which muse you want of mine from THIS LIST. If you don't specify, I'll choose one for you!
✿ Set up a scene or prompt (song lyrics, a photo, a quote, etc). If you are lost for ideas, try PLOT PUNTER to generate an idea! Or just leave it blank and up to me.
✿ Profit! Tags will be slower than my game tags probably, so we'll probably backtag into forever. And if that's fine with you it's fine with me!

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[thedetails]

[So there it was. The fear, and Myka had to look away for a moment because it was almost too overwhelming. She still saw Helena standing there, still connected that face to the face of a woman that had been her friend. And the look in her eyes was familiar; even if Helena had been filled with anger, Myka had been able to see the fear, too.]

No one is coming for you. I promise you that.

[Maybe it would be a small comfort. But the more she thought, the more Myka knew she had to come to terms with the fact that this was not Helena. She was Emily Lake and shared nothing with the woman Myka had known besides a resemblance and a love of literature.]

It was... Complicated. They thought you were someone else.